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To: Satish C. Shah who wrote (2365)	8/16/1998 6:13:00 PM
From: JPR	Respond to of 12475

Satish: Those 2 ads are very funny indeed. There may be a point in the combined longevity of prime-ministership in their posts. But coming to Ronald Reagan, he was sharp in his days with rare lapses. But his condition diagnosed as Alzheimer's disease, can happen to anybody who lives long enough. AD typically affects a late middle aged person which was not the case with Ronald Reagan. The condition came late in his age. Some may argue that there was evidence of AD in the last term of his presidency. But I have no knowledge of it. JPR

To: Satish C. Shah who wrote (2365)	8/17/1998 9:05:00 AM
From: JPR	Respond to of 12475

Satish: Here is something you may enjoy: From Metropolitan Diary NYTimes: Bolded words are my entries: Rachel Hirshorn, on the verge of her fifth birthday, is "a real New Yorker," according to her grandmother, Nancy Yanes-Hoffman. Recently, after finishing her dinner, Rachel jumped up from the table, eager to read a new book. "What do you say before you leave the table?" her mother asked. "Check," Rachel replied. "No Rachel," her mother groaned. "That's not what you say." Rachel thought for a minute. "I know," she said. "Check, please." New York Table manners : Check, Please; Excuse me, No free lunch ...................................................................... Sheila Stuart was looking for a parking space on East 71st Street recently when she spied a car about to pull out. So did the motorist ahead of her. As she attempted to pull forward into it, the driver ahead simultaneously tried to back in. Stalemate. Both sat there, neither one able to claim the spot, and neither one willing to give it up. After a few minutes, the other driver got out of his car and walked back toward Ms. Stuart, who rolled down her window and asked, "Are you a gambling man?" He was, he said. How about flipping a coin for the space, she asked. He produced a quarter, flipped it and said, "Your call." "Heads," Ms. Stuart called -- and it was. The man smiled, got into his car and drove off, no doubt to continue his search. Don't shoot; let's flip a coin JPR